We drove home from Santa Cruz yesterday. It took almost two hours longer than necessary. There were three emergency potty stops, starving and hungry children no matter what I gave them, pants were pooped, folk songs were played in excess, a re-enactment of the "king of hearts" WYAM skit was given, seatbelts were locked, screaming ensued, the word fart was said more than humanly possible, saliva was used as a writing tool on my windows, cheezits and ritz were crushed and scattered everywhere, dirty socks were thrown, traffic was hit, wars over the window controls errupted, and threats were made by all five of us at one point or another. We made it home in one piece, Davey passed out 20 minutes before we got home. The lights of Redding never looked more welcoming! Can't wait to do it again in nine days.
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